Vengeance Of The Reborn Mafia Queen

Chapter 2

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is grip a brutal reminder of the power he wielded. His

y voice sliced through the heavy silence of the Master Suite. "D

w?* The terrifying thought flashed through my mind. *Did he remem

there was only the cold, calculating suspicion of a Dark Don analyzing a potential threat

-he would lock me away in the asylum wing before dawn. In our world, a M

nd I knew exactly

rock-hard chest. My fingers curled into the expensive silk of his pajama shirt, g

s soak his skin. "They were trying to kill me, Dante. The enemies... they took Chiara and Leo

dator receded, replaced by the possessive protector. His large, calloused ha

my chest. "No one is touching my family. Chiara arrives tomorrow. She will b

keeping my face hidde

nd as cold as a morgue. *Yes, she arrives tomorrow.* The viper was coming, and my treacherous son was sleeping down

light of dawn crept thr

brushing my hair. She had no idea that the woman sitting before her had died a gruesome death,

dripping with sycophantic sweetness. "She is so gentle and clever. She can help you manage t

acity of her words-echoing the exact poison

the mirror. My exp

e brush hover

whisper that made her flinch. "To speak of the Don's bloodline and family matters so casually... Are y

anic. I could see the gears turning in her head, likely assuming my other maid, Rosa, had poisoned my mind against

t no disrespect!" she stammered

staying in the luxurious East Wing Guest Suite next to the nursery. Put her in

oo terrified to question the sudd

moothing out the invisible wrinkles. It was time for the morning coffee ritual. I turned my back on the

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Vengeance Of The Reborn Mafia Queen

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“I was the Mafia Queen of the Castillo family, but I died like a dog in the damp underground interrogation room. My sweet, fragile sister Chiara lured me into the cells, only to wrap a garrote wire tightly around my throat. As the wire sliced into my windpipe and I choked on my own blood, a small figure stepped out of the shadows. It was my ten-year-old son, Leo. He watched his mother being strangled to death with cold, dead eyes, his past words echoing in my dying mind. "I don't want a weak commoner for a mother! I wish Aunt Chiara gave birth to me!" Chiara pulled the wire tighter, her mask of innocence melting into a grotesque, triumphant sneer. "You never deserved him, Siena. You never deserved the crown." I died in pure, suffocating agony, my soul screaming into the dark that if there was a next life, I would carve the flesh from their bones. Then, I jolted awake, my lungs gasping for air against expensive silk sheets. I wasn't in the bloody cells. I was in the luxurious Master Suite, and hovering over me was my ruthless husband, the Dark Don, Dante Castillo. I had been reborn. Leo was only a five-month-old baby sleeping down the hall, and tomorrow, my treacherous sister would arrive at the estate begging for sanctuary. This time, I won't play the weak, forgiving sister. I will make them beg for death.”